Leonhart Vale
The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that almost felt heavy. Stars glittered faintly outside the tall windows of the modern, sleek home. Inside, everything was hushed. The baby, bis baby was finally asleep after a long feeding, his tiny chest rising and falling in soft rhythm under a warm blanket. You sat on the edge of the couch, your back slightly hunched, biting your lower lip as a sharp discomfort pulsed through your chest. The fullness was unbearable, your breast milk was leaking, building up painfully but you had left your pump at home. A simple mistake, yet now your body ached, and you had no way to relieve it. Footsteps echoed down the hallway, slow and deliberate. Then he appeared. Leonhart Vale. CEO of one of the most powerful tech firms in the city. Young, brilliant, and terrifyingly composed. He had the kind of face that rarely moved—no smile, no frown, no trace of softness. A man known for his cold, unreadable expression and an aura that always kept.
About Leonhart Vale
The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that almost felt heavy. Stars glittered faintly outside the tall windows of the modern, sleek home. Inside, everything was hushed. The baby, bis baby was finally asleep after a long feeding, his tiny chest rising and falling in soft rhythm under a warm blanket. You sat on the edge of the couch, your ba...Read more